"Sir, this is the diagram you requested. These are the ones marked."

The mayor stood on tiptoe with a shy and fawning look and pointed the mark on the map to Alan on his horse.

The places marked on the map were the residences of those disobedient and troublesome people a few days ago.

Time can cover up many things, and some unruly people who come from other places and have never heard of the Hill family's reputation here will become more and more irritable.

Normally, Allen wouldn't have any contact with these people, and he wouldn't care, but now...

The first bird to stick its head out gets shot. They just happened to be caught up in it, so it's not his fault.

As long as he doesn't leave the territory, Alan can do whatever he wants in the entire Carmarthen County!

Even if they dare to expose the matter to the media, the worst that can happen is that they will have to pay some money in the end.

…

Looking at the map instructions provided by the mayor, Alan smiled with satisfaction. The town was so small, he just needed to mark the areas and give the people in that area a little special care when the time came.

"Alright! Siphis, go and inform them that our people should stay a little further away from this area. Just take a long-range shot."

Alan beckoned with his finger again, asking Siphis to come closer, pointed to the area marked on the map and asked him to notify them first.

"By the way...turn on all the equipment. Once everyone is gathered, we'll start filming."

Before Allen finished speaking, the convoy following him drove over in a mighty manner.

The mayor opened his mouth slightly, looking at the German tanks and the swastika flag emerging from the darkness, his mind froze...

Is Your Excellency the Count preparing for a rebellion?

So in order to keep it secret, would he kill himself first?

Seeing the mayor looking dumbfounded, Alan curled his lips and consoled him: "Don't be afraid, this is a movie prop."

"???"

Props?

The black muzzle of the gun was pointing in this direction. The mayor believed that he was not blind, and he could still tell whether it was a prop or not.

They even built a real tank, so why bother making a movie?!

But in the current situation, it doesn't matter whether the tank is real or not. He just hopes that he can leave a good impression in front of this gentleman and not to talk about him.

During this short period of time, the mayor carefully recalled his performance in the past few days. Well... loyal!

…

The reason why Allen never showed up and didn't tell the townspeople what was going to be filmed was for the sake of authenticity.

How can we make a war film look realistic?

If all actors were used, this problem could be solved, but if thousands or tens of thousands of extras were to be found at once, it would probably take a scouting of the entire British entertainment industry to get them all together. Putting aside the money involved, it would simply be too much trouble.

As for ordinary people, let alone acting, even in an ordinary TV interview, some people can be so nervous that they can't speak when facing the camera.

If such a large scene is affected by the shooting effects due to a few nervous extras, how long will it take to finish shooting?

so……

In order to better film the movie and to achieve a sense of reality in the film, Alan prepared a half-true and half-fake attack on the town of Carmarthen.

Enter the village quietly first, don't shoot with a gun.

Then give these civilians in the town a ruthless blow.

They suddenly broke into their house and arrested people.

If an ordinary person were suddenly rushed into his home by armed German soldiers to arrest people early in the morning, wouldn’t he be scared to death?

This is exactly the sense of reality that Allen wanted. Perhaps only a small part of the entire town could be captured in the footage, and even if most people were scared, it would be in vain.

but……

Isn't this to allow them to have a better immersive experience of what it feels like to be invaded?

I hope these civilians will not let down Master Alan's good intentions. These are not ordinary civilians. As a regional supervisor, Alan should rectify the security situation in his fiefdom and conduct some exercises. No one will say anything bad about him, right?

As for so many people wearing German military uniforms rushing into the town for exercises...

This is called Cospree, an immersive experience!

Get ready to tremble, you bunch of unruly people!

…

Some of the delivery soldiers in German uniforms had already gotten off the truck and lined up.

Alan stood at the town gate, holding a telescope, looking like he was preparing to attack the town of Carmarthen.

"Notify the people in the areas I just pointed out. Wait for my order and fire a few shots at the roads in front of their homes! All departments, prepare to shoot! Try to get it right in one take. When the gunfire starts, go into the village and arrest people! Be careful not to kill anyone."

Alan suddenly realized that this feeling was really exciting. As the sky gradually brightened, the people in the town were about to get up.

The good thing about the slow pace of life in Wales is that although it is only a little after six o'clock now, most people usually sleep until seven or eight o'clock before getting up. It is still in time at this time, as it is daybreak and the light will not interfere with the shooting.

It’s just that this kind of shooting opportunity is hard to find.

It’s best to get it right in one go so as to catch them off guard. If they have to redo it and shoot it again, that would be troublesome.

Alan was already looking forward to the scene of these unruly people crying and screaming for their parents when they were caught.

Sniffing, Allen, who felt a little itchy, shook his shoulders. Little Stone quickly helped him take off his cloak and called out in confusion, "Master?"

"Let's go! I'm itching to play too. Call a few people and come with me. Let's go in and have some fun."

Alan stared at the town not far away with excitement in his eyes.

"ah?"

Little Shitou suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed. It would be fine if the young master just stood outside and gave orders, but now he suddenly wanted to go in and take part in the battle himself?

Although the people in the town don't have guns, the advantage of Britain's ban on guns is also reflected. Even if there is a surprise attack, there is no need to worry about casualties. However... if there are no guns, there are still knives. The young master's status is precious, what if something goes wrong?

"Go get ready, I'll go ahead."

Alan picked up his personal trumpet from Xiao Shitou's hand, crossed the river across the bridge step by step, and prepared to rush to the town to immerse himself in the experience of the German army entering the city.

…

A weather reconnaissance aircraft modified from a P3 reconnaissance aircraft was flying three thousand meters in the air.

This is a meteorological survey aircraft that was purchased from the US military and retired, and then modified and transferred to the meteorological department.

From the nose of the plane, there is a thick red and white detection tube extending out, like a unicorn.

Wales is a hilly and mountainous country with a vast area and a sparse population, making it very suitable for establishing a meteorological observation station.

This is an observation aircraft established at a meteorological observation station in Powys, a neighboring county of Carmarthenshire. Its route is to the southwest, flying from Carmarthenshire to the coast of Pembrokeshire, then turning back north to observe along the coastline.

I only fly once a week, what's the effect...

In addition to creating jobs, we will also do weather forecasts and add a few pages of observation data to the weather station.

There were only seven crew members in total. In the cockpit, the liaison officer and co-pilot Mike looked down at the Welsh mountains below. They have been flying this route for several years and can fly it with their eyes closed.

Not far ahead is Carmarthen Town, the county seat of Carmarthenshire, a very, very small town. Every time you fly near it, you need to be a little careful and try to fly close to the north. You cannot fly directly over the Earl's Mansion which is very close to Carmarthen Town.

Although they were not flying very high, ordinary people could not see it unless they paid special attention. However, they still had to show due respect to the nobles and could not fly directly over their manors.

Of course…if the route was higher, it wouldn’t matter since we wouldn’t be able to see it anyway.

But their old-fashioned propeller planes can't fly that high!

Suddenly, Mike seemed to catch something out of the corner of his eye, and quickly took out his telescope to look down.

What caught his eye were several swastika flags, such iconic flags that Mike, as an Air Force veteran, recognized them.

Near these swastika flags, there were hundreds of soldiers lined up, and in front of the line was the small town of Carmarthen!

"Captain! Captain! There's something going on, look down there! I think I saw German soldiers, nearly a thousand of them! I'm not hallucinating, I'm not drinking! They seem to be preparing to attack the town."

Mike reported in shock, then quickly picked up the intercom and contacted his colleagues in the cabin, asking them to take a closer look with observation equipment.

…

The captain was suddenly frightened by Mike's roar, and the plane shook slightly before it stabilized.

After taking a deep breath, the captain didn't rush to argue with Mike.

More than a decade ago, there was a very popular short series or film or television work called "Twilight Time".

It tells the story of how airplanes and other means of transportation travel through time and space and travel to parallel time and space while working.

And now, the content of Mike's report made the imaginative captain instantly wonder whether their plane had encountered such a scene and traveled into a parallel time and space.

Otherwise, how could we have encountered the German army?

It's fucking 1991, not 1941!

To encounter German troops in a hellhole like Wales, is that time travel or something?

…

"Captain, there are indeed German troops below! According to preliminary observations, there are about a thousand of them. This..." At this point, the voice in the headset hesitated, as if thinking for a moment, and then said: "The enemy has dozens of trucks and a tank platoon of tanks. Judging from the personnel configuration, it is initially determined that it is composed of two motorized infantry battalions."

“…”

Hearing the voice in the headset, the captain and Mike looked at each other and both felt that things were getting serious.

How to deal with this?

Is it running?

Or should I risk my life to inform the British troops nearby in this time and space?

The captain picked up the radio and started calling frantically: "Headquarters! Headquarters! I'm... We encountered the German attack force, calling! Is anyone there?! I'm..."

The captain subconsciously contacted the frequency band of the Meteorological Bureau at the rear first, and then contacted several other frequency bands.

It would have been fine if he didn't speak, but now that he's speaking... Early in the morning, anyone who received his message was confused.

What's going on?

In broad daylight, in the open air, German troops? Where did the German troops come from?

This...is the entire crew drunk?

…

Seeing that the captain was preparing to increase altitude, Mike nervously observed the "German troops" on the ground with a telescope.

Then……

Several sparks flashing orange-yellow light bloomed on the ground, and a sound was faintly heard afterwards.

Seeing this, Mike shouted heartbreakingly: "Evacuate! They are firing, Captain, anti-aircraft guns, anti-aircraft guns! Evade!"

As Mike shouted, the captain's hands were shaking with nervousness, and the clumsy propeller reconnaissance plane was swaying and making funny-looking evasive maneuvers with a speed that was extremely inconsistent with its agility.

None of them had ever experienced such a thing, and it happened suddenly. Anyway, Mike saw the "Germans" on the ground open fire, and the captain subconsciously used all he had learned in his life when he was yelled at.

The plane accelerated and dodged slowly, and when it finally left the sky above the accident site, the town of Carmarthen. The captain's face was pale, and he looked at Mike beside him with pride.

"Well done, Captain! You are our hero, we are safe! May the Queen bless you!"

Mike, who had "survived the disaster", wanted to hug the captain and give him a kiss, but the captain just smiled and said in a lightly pretentious manner: "It's not time to celebrate yet. We haven't received a reply yet. Right now... we have to find a place to land quickly and send intelligence to the rear. Did you take pictures of the situation below just now?"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

"Okay, hold on tight, we're heading back!"

A solemn look flashed across the captain's eyes, and he prepared to make a big turn, return from the north side of Carmarthen Town, bypass Carmarthen Town, and then go back to report to the British army in this time and space.

…

Alan held the telescope and frowned, looking at the white plane in the sky with a red spiral tube on the nose, which looked like a clown's nose. It twisted and turned in the sky above his head, like it was performing a stunt, and it took a long time before it flew away.

I was filming a movie, what's going on with this plane?

Come to spy on the movie?

This shouldn’t be the case… Which acquaintance is greeting me in a plane?

This was the first time he had seen such a stupid way of greeting.

…

"Master, Master! They are all rushing, Master!"

Xiao Shitou looked at his young master, who was looking up at the sky with a telescope. Even after the artillery fire, the young master still didn't come to his senses.

"Oh oh... Charge! Follow me, Atak!" Alan shouted in the German he had just learned, put down the telescope, and led his men to a nearby small, dilapidated house that looked very old.

"Bang!" Wood chips flew everywhere.

Alan, who was wearing riding boots, almost sprained his waist when he took a step down.

…

"Ouch, shit... pull me up."

Alan was excitedly preparing to kick the door open, but the door was a little thin and he used too much force, so instead of kicking the door open, his foot kicked a hole in the door, and half of his thigh slipped in, almost causing him to do the splits.

Little Stone was horrified and quickly held Alan's back with both hands to prevent him from falling. He directed the bodyguards nearby, "What are you still standing there for? Break the door! Hurry and save the young master."

“No, no, no!”

I kicked the door excitedly and almost got hurt, which was embarrassing enough. Now I needed a bunch of people to rescue me. What if the people inside suddenly realized what was happening and saw me in this state? Wouldn't that be socially fatal?

Master Allen couldn't afford to lose that man.

"Hurry up and go in and arrest them. Be aggressive, but don't be too violent. Don't look too aggressive. Go quickly!"

After several bodyguards in German military uniforms rushed into the house aggressively, Alan let Xiao Shitou pull him back and help him pull his legs out of the door.

"Pull me back, I'm stuck."